Anything For A Quiet Life...

"Join the club" he said.

I said "I'm not a joiner".

"It's free" he said,

"and so are we".

"I'm not" I said.

He asked why.

I told him I didn't know.

I didn't know.

And I hated myself

for not knowing.

What binds me

without my onset?

Locks doors on me

and puts the keys

in it's pocket?

Pens me like a sheep,

stys me like a pig,

watches me like a hawk,

curtains twitching,

in case I forget myself

and remember who I am?

"Anything for a quiet life"

my dad used to say

but I think he knew he was wrong.

Tony Thorpe